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Posted by faustomartense on Apr 5, 2009 12:44:33 GMT -6
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There was not a single star in the sky that night. but the moon was full and reflected a reasonable amount of light . a man was watching the moon, with a melancholy look in his eyes , but also full of lust. he was expecting that time since a lot of time ago .he had spent over half of his life searching for the knowledge that was about to apply at that time. He smiled but his smile did not made his face more radiant , it became more menacing, his smile showed a line of sharps and pointed teeth that were very similar to those of a shark .
The cemetery was deserted, not a single soul was there. neither dead nor alive, neither people nor ghosts were in the desert cemetery where Michelle's body rested, his only and most precious love. the wind whispered through the trees causing a frightening sound that would have iced the blood of any mortal, but not the blood of this man that was standing there among the tombs. He was not like all the others , fate snatched him what he wanted more, and he was ready to retrieve it whatever happens.
The man took a silver knife from one of his pockets. it had to be silver, if not the ritual would not work, he had to do it in a night with full moon and without stars. that was the night he could not miss this opportunity. the exact circumstances might be repeated in years, perhaps eons. There was something in the air that made him think that night was special for such tasks.
He opened a wound in his palm with the small knife, the blood gushed from the wound lazily falling on the holy land where were buried the bodies. Every drop that hit the ground seemed to shake the world making a roar as well, compare only to the fury of thunder. His eyes were filled with fog. his iris lost the colour until it was dissolved completely . and he began to talk almost screaming, almost singing.
From the grave, you will return maggots crawl from your skull the worms, they feed upon your brain the life you lost, you now regain
Drink from the goblet, the goblet of gore Stare into my eyes Now in my spell Kiss the rotting flesh Make the dead heart beat again Wake up in the name of Necromancer
Hear my name my beloved Michelle i am Iron Mouth The Magician
The earth was shaken but this time hadnt happened in his mind or limited in his perceptions. this time the earth was trembling for real , it was shocked as if the earth were opened to let out the same hell. And so, in the earth began to open rifts were the tombs where . bony hands crawled from the underground with rotten meat even covering some of them. despite the fragility that seemed they had the force necessary to break up the coffin that imprisoned them to escape to the surface swimming in a sea of earth . All the corpses in the cemetery had been lifted, all except for his beloved Michelle.
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Apr 5, 2009 13:21:54 GMT -6
faustomartense
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